In my head, I was movin’ and groovin’ to the sounds of the seventies, but the reality was much different. They didn’t play Disco Duck or Sometimes When We Touch, and I found my body was unable move the way it used to. Sure, my center of gravity has shifted
slightly; roller skating never provided a workout sweat before either.
Apparently, my body did not receive the lesson on the power of positive thinking.
With each lap, skating memories returned…
- My first rink in Toronto and the reason I began to ride the city bus alone in 5th grade.
- Buying my own pair of roller skates.
- Every weekend of my early teenage years, and several “all nighters”, dancing and skating until sunrise.
- The happiness of having a hand to hold during the couple’s skate.
- The two occasions I’ve hitchhiked.
Towards the end of today’s event, I was beginning to get a little doo-wop back in my stride and I even participated in the backwards skate. If there was a local roller rink, I’d be planning a weekly visit and be dancing on 8 wheels again in no time.
Instead, I’ll look forward to the next P.O.W.E.R Organization’s skating fundraiser!